Mirror Of Fractured Tomorrow Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Kate, you didn't tell me ahead of time. I really can't stay. A meeting's going to start back at the company soon. I'll pick up your favorite honey egg tarts on my way back tonight." I opened my mouth, but in the end decided to say nothing. That night, I didn't touch the honey egg tarts he brought home. When he wasn't looking, I tossed them straight into the gray trash bin in the kitchen. It wasn't because I didn't like them, but the doctor had made it clear. It would trigger hormonal issues and would only make my condition worse. If I let this drag on any longer, forget about recovery. I might be looking at surgery by next spring, with no guarantee that I would even make it.

Sparks of glass scattered like cruel confetti. I stared at the shattered phone, my whole body trembling. “That’s it,” I whispered hoarsely. “We’re done. All of us. Forever.” At that moment, when our last fragile bond was broken, I also let go of the part of me that believed in forever. When I finally stumbled into my apartment, the silence hit me harder than the betrayal itself. The door slammed shut behind me, rattling in its frame. My keys slipped through my fingers and clattered against the wooden floor. The sound echoed far too loudly in the suffocating quiet.

Anchors. “No,” I whispered. “They will save me. They already have.” The Mirror screeched. Hairline fractures shot down the center of all the pieces, bleeding white light. My reflection shrieked, claws scraping at the glass as if she could climb through. I poured everything into that resistance—every memory, every kiss, every hand that had held me when I thought I was falling. My Alphas. My children. My choice. The Mirror's essence split wide.The sound was like thunder, like the sky tearing. Shards exploded outward, but none cut me. Instead they dissolved into ash before they could touch my skin.

The flickering light registered first. It seemed to come from all corners of the room beyond the door, all directions until it replaced everything in Janice's world with cold fire. The door slammed behind her with a defiant thud, leaving her alone with whatever was causing the prismatic world. Slowly, images began to come to the forefront. An animated demon perched on a mountain, summoning spectral figures from the ground. A man, standing in a busy street, throws a Molotov cocktail into an oncoming car's window.

He clenched his fists by his sides, a fleeting look of frustration crossing his face before he managed to mask it. "Fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. I watched the exchange, a glimmer of hope rising within me. At least someone was willing to stand up for me. Maybe now, I would not have to worry as much.

Garrett produced a small knife and cut his palm, letting the blood drip on the grass. Today instead of the the usual hole opening up one of the stone began to crack. It shifted and rumbled until it shifted several feet over, revealing a different hole. Freaky. “Let’s check it out.” Joel urged. We followed along and entered the new hole. Inside, the layout was essentially the same except for what this podium said. “Now let the real trials begin.”

It's like a mix of emptiness, depression, and the feeling of craving her. I just want her next to me, I want her in my presence. I want her in my arms. I need her. I kept thinking as I continuously kept taking swigs of the bottle. My vision started becoming more blurry as I started loosing my balance. I got a notification and it had nothing to do with Kat but it somehow reminded me about her. I typed in her user and cried when I saw her last tweet. It's obvious it's about me. (A/N it's what she tweeted in chapter 22)

My pulse thrummed, a war drum calling me deeper, pulling me toward Leo. The Crystal Society palace stretched ahead, a cavern of ruin where my grandfather once greeted the powerful and the damned. I stepped inside, boots grinding against shattered glass, and caught my reflection in the broken crystal mirror - a million jagged pieces staring back, each one a shard of me. My face splintered into chaos, eyes hollow, mouth twisted, as dilapidated as the walls around me. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the steady thud beneath my ribs, and wondered how something so whole could feel so fucking fractured.

What kind of mess I am in now? ***************

He could break a wolf's spirit when he's angry. I headed to the armoury and found a quiet corner to crush the pills to dust. The time was already a quarter past six, so I headed to the prison building to wait for the time. As I was walking, I bumped into Lilith. She had a backpack, so I guessed she was going to work on somebody. "You got a gig?" I asked her, trying to make small talk even though I didn't really have the time. I just thought it would be awkward bumping into someone you know without saying something to them.